British -- France -- Fiction; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
These were, perhaps, more characteristic than praiseworthy. Mr
Sheridan’s social ethics would always extend a plenary indulgence to
practical joking. It was a practical joke to rid oneself of a rival by
whatever ruse. His ruse had been to grossly misrepresent to madame the
young lord’s financial condition. Quite indefinitely he had succeeded
in investing Ned with the character of a needy adventurer. Local
evidence as to the reckless philanthropy, visual proof of the inner
poverty, of “Stowling,” helped him to the fraud. Madame may have been
ambitious for the child of her adoption; she may have become cognisant
of the fact that a little _tendresse_ was beginning to show itself in
the girl’s attitude towards her grave young suitor; she may have been
anxious only to accommodate herself to the wishes of her distinguished
guest, whom she fervently admired, and upon whom at this juncture she
was greatly dependent for advice and assistance. At any rate, she lent
herself to his plans. The two devised a little plot, of which she was
to be the ingenuous agent, and my lord, the poor viscount, the victim.
Perhaps the understanding between the conspirators was sympathetic
rather than verbal. Of whatever nature it was, a certain method of
procedure was adopted by both--diplomatically to conciliate;
effectively to get rid of. Madame, it must be said, was not attracted
to his lordship. Her volatility recoiled from his solemnity. Conscious
of the most lofty principles, she could never, when in his company,
free herself of the impression that she was being “found out.” She had
a shrewd idea that Ned’s respectful subscription to her opinions was
in the nature of a moral bribe to secure her favourable consideration
of his suit--that secretly he valued her at that cheaper estimate that
_she_ secretly knew represented her real moral solvency. When one has
a grudge against the superior understanding of a person, it is a thing
dear to one’s _amour propre_ to convert that understanding to one’s
own uses.
As Ned descended the stairs, madame came suddenly upon him and,
welcoming him with quite cordial effusion, drew him into a side room.
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